The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

After a while, Pastor Atilicia, who was so angry that she had a cerebral hemorrhage, woke up and turned around.

"Teacher Artilicia." David also said with some concern.

If due to his own reasons, the alchemist he finally got on board with gets angry, he will not be allowed to freely enter the alchemist workshop to 'study'.

Then wouldn't it be a huge loss?

But what no one expected was that the always cheerful, kind and talkative Master Atilicia seemed to be a different person after waking up.

With an expressionless face, he patted David's head hard, forced a smile and said reluctantly:

"Don't worry about me, I just received some small blows.

"You are a good boy and a good brother.

"In the past half month, you should study alchemy in this workshop.

"The alchemists here are enough to teach you the basics of getting started. If you encounter any problems, you can also ask them for advice.

“Sersi, this child will be left to you for the time being.

"As for this period, his authority is the same as mine."

"Yes!" The alchemists headed by Selsi quickly agreed.

Although he couldn't become Master Artilicia's direct disciple like the other party, it wouldn't hurt to have a good relationship with such a silver baby dragon whose family's powerful backstage was obvious at a glance!

It's just that these words fell in the ears of David and other alchemists. It was probably because of the temptation of him, a close disciple of the master of alchemy in Granyer continent, that he didn't even go home to take care of your sister.

But this also made everyone more convinced that the backstage of this silver dragon was beyond imagination. Otherwise, why would the rejected Master Artilisia have such a big reaction.

After all, except Artilicia and David himself, no one knew that the mother of the 'silver baby dragon' in front of them was actually a red dragon.

And especially "that damn red disaster" that they cursed every day because of the unpredictable weather.

"What about you?" David immediately felt relieved, but only half of it.

This time he was really worried about the Atilicia priest himself.

From a conscience point of view, this Pastor of Atilicia was almost the person who seemed to value and care about him the most since he time traveled, besides his sister.

Even though it might be more due to his ‘talent’ as a ‘genius’, right?

“I still have some personal matters, and I need to go back to the Temple of Justice to make a decision and deal with them.

"Let's meet again when we are destined, kid."

Having said this, Pastor Artilicia immediately turned around in despair, pushed open the oak door of the alchemy workshop, and walked lonely towards the century-old fragrant flower field and towards the Temple of Justice at the foot of the mountain, leaving him a little stunned. David didn't know what he was thinking, and everyone was also at a loss.

I don’t know if it has something to do with Pastor Atilicia’s change in mood, but the [Celestial Control] originally used by him seemed to have failed at this moment.

The sun that was still shining brightly before was swallowed up by the dark clouds that gathered in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, there was lightning and thunder, and it started pouring rain.

Pastor Artilicia was drowned in the blink of an eye before she had gone far.

Theoretically, he should have had several spells to avoid being in such an embarrassing situation, but he chose not to use any of them and allowed the heavy rain to wash him away.

Just like a teacher who is rejected and abandoned by his favorite student.

Like a father pushed away by his son after a long absence.

Just like the young silver dragon that was choked by the lingering red shadow in his heart.

But very quickly, whether it was David's misunderstanding or not, the Artilicia pastor's originally somewhat stooped back gradually straightened up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What he also didn't know was that Artilicia, who was walking in the rain at this moment, was walking faster than he expected. Before she even returned to the Temple of Justice, she had already made a decision in her heart:

That is no matter what the cost.

He must also save his children from the claws of the arrogant and greedy Pavla.

Take it back!

This is a responsibility that a male must take seriously.

It is also a responsibility that, as a father of two children, he must take on!

Once he figured out this idea that made him realize his thoughts in an instant, the most charming smile in the life of a dragon finally broke out on Artilicia's face, which he had been avoiding for nearly ten years, but no one had the chance to see it.

The smile grew bigger and bigger in the rain, and then turned into a wild and wild laugh.

His whole body was shaking with laughter, David behind him was a little confused, and everyone who was laughing looked at each other, not knowing why.

But just when the Silver Dragon Priest's handsome back was about to disappear on the horizon at the end of the flower field, I don't know if the heavens were alarmed by this silver dragon's almost heaven-defying thoughts.

Click.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and struck directly on the priest's forehead.

Pastor Atilicia, who was covered in smoke, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Teacher/Master Artilicia!" David and all the alchemist disciples were shocked.

Can you believe that my own alchemist was struck by lightning in broad daylight? ?

This is too unlucky!

They were about to rush into the heavy rain to help with the first aid, but when they saw Pastor Artilisia, she stood still and raised her hand to stop them.

They had already discovered that although Artilicia seemed to be fine, her originally brilliant blond hair had turned into dazzling silver hair under the lightning strike.

Then, with disheveled hair, staggering step by step, he walked persistently and tenaciously towards the direction of the Temple of Justice.

And such a embarrassed but determined back figure was silently reflected in David's heart at this moment.

He had an inexplicable urge to catch up.

But he stopped out of respect for an elder he respected.

boom!

The door to the Temple of Justice was actually kicked open.

But the one who walked in was Atilicia, a believer and priest of the God of Justice.

This somewhat disheveled, silver-haired priest came to the shrine of the God of Justice, which contained almost no sacrifices. He stared at the statue of Tire and roared loudly:

"My god Tyr!

"I need your help!

"Please give me the strength to defeat Pavla!"

But after a while, just like he had prayed thousands of times in the past, there was still no response.

"Haha, is it really still the case?"

He suddenly laughed, and what followed immediately was the extremely rare rage for a silver dragon.

This righteous believer who used to be kind to others and uphold justice and kindness actually raised his foot and kicked over the long table where candles, spices, books and laws were enshrined:

"Tyr! Where did you go?"

"ah?"

The angry Artilicia once again overturned the shrine decorated with daggers and swords, and then trampled it to pieces:

"You deserve it that no one will believe you!

“I’ll fuck you Mad!

“Damn Tyr!

"You're fucking dead!!!"

The out-of-control Atilicia seemed to have completely transformed into a dragon. After cursing, she stumbled into her bedroom, which was also the private dragon's alchemy room.

On this night of heavy rain, the alchemy room was so bright and dark all night long.

The next day, when the storm passed, the sun actually pierced the sunrise sunshine from the thick ash cloud.

Priest Artilicia, who had been busy all night, kicked open the door of the Temple of Justice from inside the house again.

With his waist strapped full of alchemy potion bottles, and his body filled with alchemy-enchanted weapons such as the Holy Flame Silver Crossbow, two radiant swords and other alchemy-enchanted weapons that had just been made last night, Priest Artilicia raised his head like a human-shaped arsenal. He looked at the rising sun, twisted his stiff and crackling neck, and murmured to himself:

"Sure enough, in the end, kindness and justice still have to be upheld by yourself!"

Now, except for himself, after having already experienced a hell-level mission to rescue his unlucky silver dragon from the old continent and from the red calamity claw, there are probably not many friends and tribesmen who dare to go with him again. That's the 'dragon pond and tiger's den'.

However, even if he is the only one left, some things must be done.

"Sephistuin, my child, and the daughter I have never met.

"Please wait a moment.

"I'll go to the Underdark first and 'borrow' a [Ghost Cloak] from the Matrons of Drogsin.

"Just go to Cattana volcano in the Old World.

“From your damn mother’s hands.

"Get you out.

"must!!!"

Half a month later, in the dark area, the lowest level of Spider Nest City.

With a creak, the rusty cell door was opened and then closed forcefully.

There was a muffled sound.

A silver-haired drow who had both [Cold Iron Handcuffs] and [Demon-Eliminating Wristband] was thrown in and fell to the ground.

Zhuoer muttered to himself with a confused face:

“This is completely different from the imagined progress!

“We haven’t even gone to the Old Continent to face Pavla yet.

“Is a mere Matron Drogxin so powerful?

"I was careless!!!"

The only thing that makes him happy at this moment is:

Fortunately, he listened to what his son 'Sephistuin' said about drow, and transformed into a drow elf before coming to the Underdark.

A female drow.

Otherwise, she simply didn’t dare to think about what miserable end she would end up in after being captured!

But even so, her situation at the moment was still precarious.

I heard Zhuo Erjiao smiling and chatting outside the cage:

"What's the origin of this new one? It looks quite distressing."

Artilicia couldn't help but tense up after hearing these words.

I wonder, are these drow so perverted? Did she not let go even if she transformed into a female?

"Don't think too hard. He is a very dangerous guy. He should be a lunatic from the Celestial Sect. He actually dared to attack Matron Flavia, one of the members of the Drogsin Council, with a full set of alchemical potions. Most likely Someone in the council took advantage of me."

"Really? It seems that our Spider Nest City has entered a troubled time with undercurrents."

"Fight, let's fight. Even if we fight with those high elves, what does it have to do with us, the jailers who have been forgotten by all the elves?"

"Yes, hehe."

"Is it true that I can't touch that guy? It's not like I can't touch females either."

"It is said that in a few days, the spider will be directly sent to the altar to be sacrificed to the great Spider God Queen. Do you dare to eat the spider in advance and leave some saliva on it?"

"Haha, forget it then, find a male to relieve the fire."

"Let's go together."

After this bunch of filthy drow left their posts without permission, they almost heard the dull Artilicia spit:

"Sure enough, they are a bunch of hopelessly filthy guys. I really want to burn this sinful city with fire!"

Just thinking of what the two drow had said before, Atilicia's face looked full of decadence and despair:

“Are you going to be sacrificed in just a few days?

"Why am I so useless?

"Who will save me?

"woo woo woo woo."

A corner of the Underdark that no one cares about.

Priest of Atilicia who became a drow.

Once again, I was alone and weak, and I cried and turned into a tearful person.